Friday 30 March 2012

My new project...

I decided to make a new quilt top.. Disappearing Nine Patch... finished up the squares while hubby worked on putting new windows in our big back porch and our chinese student and his chinese friend cooked kabobs and potatoes  out on a fire  hubby made in the back yard.. They loved it and want to do it again.. lol


Me, where I love to be...

Disappearing Nine Patch.. 
I am not sure of the color to use for sashing, still not good with colors as yet.. and plan to put a couple borders on it as I want it bigger than this.. Kinda want the blocks to pop.. I was thinking maybe a light fabric.. Plus I may even change the pattern of the blocks as there seems to be a lot of seams to match up..  decisions, decisions..  lol
God Bless......

Friday 23 March 2012

Attempting hexagons...

This is my first attempt at my hexagon flower.. not sure if I will make more.. maybe some day.. This may  be appliqued on a piece of fabric for a table or something.. Was not as difficult as I thought.. 


I have a table topper on my quilt frame but I am antsy to start a new quilt top... what to do... what to do..
God bless..

Thursday 22 March 2012

Death and Life...

Death....
Today is the 3rd anniversary of my moms death.. I keep thinking that if she were alive, I would make the most beautiful quilt for her... I just got into quilting a couple years ago.. I miss her very much.. I wrote this song to help be move on .. I have it sung on garageband/ itunes but can't seem to figure out how to put it up on my blog..



Miss Your Voice..

Looking back, thru my tears
Remembering you, and all those years
The times we had, more good than bad,
Memories... Are all we have..

I sure miss your voice..
Long to see your face
Want to reach out my hands
And hold on to you
Some folks say time heals
And my God reveals..
As we suffer our loss,
He will not let us go..

My heart hurts, knowing your gone
To see you again, is what I long
Oh but God had planned, it was your day
And so I watched, you slip away...

I sure miss your voice..
Long to see your face..
Want to reach out my hands
and hold on to you
Some folks say time heals
And my God reveals, as we suffer our loss
He will not let us go..
He will not let us go...

Life....
Today, my grandson was born.. As I was reflecting on my mom,  my son calls me with this news.. Thats when the tears came.. I feel so Blessed... Words can't describe my joy.. His name is Luke Thomas Martin.. My moms maiden name was Thomas.. God's hands were at work here..  I also have two of the most beautiful grand daughters.. Felicity and Lauryn.. They are 5 and 3 years old.. Blessings, Blessings, and more Blessings..

In death we have life........
God Bless.....

Saturday 17 March 2012

My newest favorite music video..

I love this song... I wrote a song using his melody but changing the lyrics... for my mom whose been gone now for three years this March 23rd...
Okay, I"ll stop playing with my blog for now and get to my quilting..

A new day...

St. Patrick's day... I'm not Irish, at least I don't think so, so this day does not mean much to me in that regard, BUT this day means a lot to me today cause my son was born on this date 29 years ago...
He and his wife are expecting their first child, hopefully today.. She was due last Monday and we are all a little antsy for little Luke Thomas Martin to arrive so we can welcome him into this family of ours and into this big world...
As I write this, I am sitting on my garden swing in my pj's in my big back porch enjoying the sunshine..... It is warm and sunny and feels great.. As I look out into my back yard (floor to ceiling glass windows lets me see the whole back yard) I sit here contemplating my spring and summer garden plans.. For the first time in over 30 years ( not counting the 2 years I suffered with a bad back in 05/06 ) I will have the summer off from babysitting... And I won't say plan, cause sometimes that backfires, but God willing, I will work on my garden, go for nice long walks, do some reading, and especially do some quilting and maybe get some time in Moncton spent with my three grandchildren...
Come baby Luke, Nanny and Papa are anxiously waiting to see Gods miracle in your birth..
God Bless...

 My son Mitch and his wife Laura and Baby Luke..

Friday 16 March 2012

Felt encouraged today....

Today I felt encouraged to write in  my blog... and to share my sewing nest..
Because we host a chinese student, my sewing room in being occupied as his bedroom so therefore I am parked with a lot of my sewing gear down in a part of my living room.. Here are a few pictures of my temporary nest..
The first picture shows one half of my living room... 
The second shows my sewing area.. 
And the third picture shows where I store my bins with my fabric and supplies.. which is under my table and sewing machine cabinet...










 In this shot you can see first and foremost my little jar of skittles.. My hubby don't know they are there yet or they would be gone.. lol  Lynda gave me this wooden caddy she won at the retreat cause she already had something for her things.. So this caddy is holding my 1 x 12 in. ruler, my rotary cutters my scissors, my book of needles, ( was a gift from a friend ) my seam ripper, a couple of my marking pencils and pens. and my magnifying glasses that attach to my prescription glasses..
I try to keep it as tidy as I need for my hubby cause he doesn't like to see the mess all over the place... and I don't blame him one bit.. He is very nervous about pins on the floor.. as am I with the babies but they are not allowed in the sewing part of my living room.. My couch divides up the living area and sewing area but I try my best to make sure all the pins are picked up.. It will be nice to have my room back.. 


Also I want to show what I am working on now which is the snow man blocks I won at the guild...I am hand picking it cause I miss doing the picking on a quilt...



Oh and one last thing... I made this cute rag purse or bag this week... I just love it.. Our next cruise, it is coming with me.. 




Thanks to Wendy  ( It Is what It Is! ) for passing on the idea of sharing our nests..